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My New Food "Rules"

A few years back, there was a time when food controlled my thoughts. All I would think about was what I could or couldn't eat and when. There were certain "rules" that I thought I had to follow when it came to nutrition. Things like no eating carbs at night. Only 30 grams of carbs at each meal. Cut out carbs the day after a treat meal. Keep carbs very minimal on rest days. And I'm sure there are others that I can't even think of right now.

It got to the point where I was just not happy. I was moody and irritable because I was was constantly stressing about what foods I should or shouldn't eat, or what I could or couldn't eat at certain times or on certain days. Thankfully in the last few years, I have gotten away from that craziness and now eat in a much more balanced, sustainable way.

There are still a few guidelines I follow, like trying to get protein with every meal and eating adequate carbs around training, but those things are pretty easy for me to do and don't cause me any stress or anxiety. And I don't worry when there are times when I may not be able to follow those guidelines, because I know that it's what I do consistently that really matters.

I threw all those old rules out the window, and now I'm much happier with my way of eating.

Here are my current nutrition "rules" :
-My food HAS to be delicious and satisfying. -No choking down foods I hate. -No restricting any food or food groups. -Eat proper portions and sufficient calories to fuel my workouts and support muscle growth. -Eat lots of nutrient dense foods. -But...also eat foods than just plain satisfy my taste buds. -Eat in a way that is sustainable and does not cause me stress and anxiety. -Relax and live life.

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